…on matters of wholeness…

“I pray in my own way…”

At sunset, I go for a short walk along the Hudson River. The air is thick, visible moisture suspended…the sun, a flat orange disk. Everything seems beautiful and at peace…the shoreline is arranged with small altars–sticks, rocks, feathers, glass. Today, I receive news of four more people with cancer…one a friend, the other three are friends or family members of friends. I pray in my own way, sending light, hope, blessings…